I'm not gonna lie to you all...(you've been too good to me)...but this whole procedure sucks and so does my lung surgeon...I won't go into all that...but trust me...if you ever need any kind of chest or lung surgery...do not go to Dr. R. Scott Stuart at St. Luke's on the Plaza..."that's all I have to say about that".
Dr. D. nixed chemo this week...her reason for waiting was because of an open wound under my right breast next to the shitty gaping stitch-work from the 1st chest tube incision...also possible infection. It's been 4 weeks now since my last round of chemo...at least the numbers have lowered since the excretion of fluid. Once I do resume...we've decided to stick with the current cocktail...which is what I would rather do right now.
I've become quite attached (pun intended) to this tube protruding out my back...I love the way it dangles about a foot into a juice catcher thingymabob that I strap around my neck and carry like an ever so fashionable purse.
The best times are when the tube wraps around a passing door knob...pulling me back and making me scream like a little girl...that ROCKS! Last time I did that was Friday night...it hurt like hell (obviously)...still does (alot)...also, my juice color changed from orange to green and has now stopped...hope that's a good thing...I'll find out tomorrow.
I never thought I'd say this in my entire life...but I miss my bra!
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